While the Players were most familiar with the geography of fishmen island, they were all hurrying to the rendezvous point agreed upon before the tournament. That was why the monks of the Brilliant White Church had the highest score out of all the contestants.
The wyvern knights of the Temple of Glory were right behind them, although the gap between them was slowly widening.
That wasn't to say that the wyvern knights who worshipped the God of War were inferior to the monks who worshipped the God of Light.
In fact, believers of the God of War were usually stronger than believers of the God of Light of the same level, and could even take on two at once.
The problem, however, was that the wyvern knights and the monks cultivated differently.
The Wyvern Knights, who were focused on combat, had lost many of their members in the previous round due to being trapped by traps, losing their minds and being eliminated. Even with Terry and Jom's help, they managed to pass the first round, but only a small portion of them survived.
On the other hand, the Ascetic Monks focused on suffering and enduring hardships in their daily training, so even though they had encountered no fewer traps than the Wyvern Knights in the first round of the competition, they had always been calm and unhurried as they dealt with the traps and mechanisms one by one.
That was why they had the fewest casualties out of all the churches when they finally cleared the first round!
That was precisely why they had a great advantage in the second round right from the start.
In fact, with the Players having yet to show their prowess and having far fewer people than the monks, it was already a feat that the wyvern knights were able to stay in first place and sit stably in second place.
Originally, this situation should have continued until the players gathered and began their performance.
However, the situation suddenly changed a little.
"I can't feel the gaze of the Ocean Goddess anymore …"
Xi Wei muttered softly even as he sensed the situation on fishmen island through his believers.
It seemed that during the last War of the Gods, the Ocean Goddess had gone on land to behave atrociously, only to be surrounded and beaten up by a group of people. She had to dive back into the sea, which had left quite a psychological scar on her. This time, before the other Gods had even shown up, just the appearance of a bunch of messy church believers had scared her away.
Still, the Ocean Goddess couldn't be blamed for being so cowardly since no faction in this world had ever held such an event. At most, it would be when two or three factions formed an alliance and everyone would have a feast or something to celebrate …
After all, to the Ocean God's knowledge, the humans of this world were not so bored that they would do something like 'let's go to an island and slay a dragon to celebrate'.
Some people might think that the Goddess of the Sea was a highgod second only to the Seven Divine Fathers, and that even some small churches had sent their representatives to participate in the Twin City Cup, even if the Goddess of the Sea herself didn't know who she was, how could her subordinates not know who she was?
Unfortunately, she really didn't know. Who asked her to not accept the beliefs of humans …
"Looks like I made the right move."
Xi Wei stroked his chin with his tentacles. "The Ocean Goddess would probably misunderstand that I'm blessed with divine affinity after what happened this time, and wouldn't do anything for the time being."
In truth, Xi Wei had only wanted to intimidate the Ocean Goddess with the believers of other gods, but he didn't expect it to work so well and scare her away.
The Twin City Cup was worth it just for the fact that it had bought him precious time to develop.
The Skeleton God was the only one who could give him trouble now. That otaku Lord Hades wouldn't bother Xi Wei for a rookie evil god like Rotten Bones unless he noticed Xi Wei's little tricks.
Regardless of how one looked at it, for a being of the Seven Divine Fathers to personally cause trouble for a newbie god like Xi Wei, it was too degrading.
And while the Skeleton God who was most likely to show up was stronger than Xi Wei, Xi Wei was no longer a greenhorn. His ability had improved by leaps and bounds, and he wouldn't be instakilled even in a direct confrontation. He just had to hold on until the Great Lion who could crush the Skeleton God arrived.
After all, Rotten Bones was an evil god and a natural enemy of Aslan, the God of Justice. Skeleton God could be considered neutral, and the Great Lion wouldn't usually bother him. However, if the Skeleton God insisted on attacking Xi Wei because of Rotten Bones' death, the Great Lion would definitely help Xi Wei defeat the Skeleton God instead.
Moreover, Xi Wei had a feeling that the Church of Games would become famous in the North after the Twin City Cup was over. They wouldn't have to act stealthily like before, and their number of believers would rise by leaps and bounds.
When that happens, Xi Wei would definitely gain a huge wave of divine energy. He might even catch a glimpse of breaking through his bottleneck, shedding the title of newbie and becoming an Intermediate God.
"Eh?"
Just as Xi Wei was looking forward to his beautiful future, he suddenly noticed that something was not quite harmonious in the tournament.
Two groups of people were standing off against each other on a cliff by the sea.
"I had thought that the Church of Games was peaceful … I didn't expect it to be such a filthy church!" The leader of the apostles glared at Zonyan's party, a look of displeasure appearing on his stoic face. It was also the most expressive he had been in the tournament. "How disappointing that even a heretic barbarian like you would be accepted as a believer!"
Zonyan frowned.
It seems that the apostle was a zealot of pure humanism, the type that views all humanoids and demi-humans as heretics.
Behind him, Vulcan appeared displeased and was about to step forward to argue, only to be stopped by Zonyan's outstretched hand.
After all, such people existed in the Western Continent as well. Zonyan had come into contact with them as the young chieftain of the Grayclaw tribe, and knew that nothing he said would work against them.
Their party had yet to meet up with the rest of the Players. Aside from themselves, there were only Vulcan, Joey, and Laybit who didn't have a complete Player System. On the other hand, there were almost ten members of the apostles' party, all of whom were above Level thirty. Moreover, considering that they could wield sacred arts, they could be treated as elite monsters — to put it simply, they wouldn't be able to beat them.
While Players could revive, in a match like this, without a Cleric or Holy Lancer in his party, unless he was wearing a Resurrection Armor (a new and very expensive item from the System Shop) that could revive on the spot, even if he had a Resurrection Cross, he would still be disqualified because he would revive at the Lifestone.
Zonyan wasn't willing to risk his party's disqualification just because of a moment of anger.
"Beast over there!" Seeing that Zonyan wasn't saying anything, the apostle became even more imposing and shouted, "Listen up …"
In the next split second, the Night Tide Dragon leapt out of the sea and bit off the apostle's upper body, before quickly diving back to the surface of the sea.
Zonyan's party: "…"
The apostles: "…"
Zonyan blanked out for a moment, spreading his hands as he stared at the apostle's two feet that were still on the cliff.
"I'm listening."
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Chapter 295:
I'm Listening
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